If I Were A Voice

If I were a voice, a persuasive voice,

That could travel the wide world through,

I would fly on the beams of the morning light,

And speak to men with a gentle might,

And tell them to be true.

I’d fly, I’d fly, o’er land and sea,

Wherever a human heart might be,

Telling a tale, or singing a song,

In praise of the right – in blame of the wrong.

II.

If I were a voice, a consoling voice,

I’d fly on the wings of air,

The homes of Sorrow and Guilt I’d seek,

And calm and truthful words I’d speak

To save them from Despair.

I’d fly, I’d fly, o’er the crowded town,

And drop, like the happy sun-light, down

Into the hearts of suffering men,

And teach them to rejoice again.

III.
If I were a voice, a convincing voice,

I’d travel with the wind,

And whenever I saw the nations torn

By warfare, jealousy, or scorn,

If I were a voice, a convincing voice,

I ‘d travel with the wind,

And whenever I saw the nations torn

By warfare, jealousy, or scorn,

Or hatred of their kind,

I’d fly, I’d fly, on the thunder-crash,

And into their blinded bosoms flash;

And, all their evil thoughts subdued,

I’d teach them Christian Brotherhood.

IV.

If I were a voice, a pervading voice,

I’d seek the kings of Earth;

I’d find them alone on their beds at night

And whisper words that should guide them right

Lessons of priceless worth;

I’d fly more swift than the swiftest bird,

And tell them things they never heard

Truths which the ages for aye repeat

Unknown to the statesmen at their feet.

If I were a voice, an immortal voice,

I’d speak in the people’s ear;

And whenever they shouted ‘Liberty,’

Without deserving to be free,

I’d make their error clear.

I’d fly, I’d fly, on the wings of day,

Rebuking wrong on my world-wide way,

And making all the Earth rejoice-

If I were a voice-an immortal voice.

A bead of water glistens on my palm

As I stepped on watery fields of sadness

I’ m dying, like a flower

That longing for a little falls of rain

Frozen inside

I could hardly breathe

Bring me to life

Let you be my strength in the odd that never ends.

As I touched the sky I see, the angels smile

But my wings are broken

I am fallen

My soul is tracking against the wind

I can’t fly

I’m drowning in the ocean of tears

Just like broken dreams

That is turn into pieces

My voice echoed on the silence of a sea

My throat is parch

No words slip on my lips

A tuneful poem that I am trying to sing

But nobody wants to listen

Bring me to life

Let you be my voice in this world of deaf

My heart melts

Like a candle, soften under the sun

My body shivers as I glance at the doom

A dark shadow surrounded on me

Here I am seeking for the light I wanted to see

I was so blind

Bring me to life

Be the light as the sun rises on east

by Cheryl Aldea

The Champion by Carman

In the vast expanse of a timeless place

Where Silence ruled the outer space

Ominously towering it stood

The symbol of a spirit war

Between the one named Lucifer, and the Morningstar, the ultimate of good.
Enveloped by a trillion planets

Clean as lightning, and hard as granite

A cosmic coliseum would host the end,

Of the war between the lord of sin and death

And the omnipotent creator of man's first breath

Who will decide, who forever will be.....

The audience for the fight of the ages was assembled and in place.

The angels came in splendor from a star.

The saints that had gone before were there, Jeremiah, Enoch, Job.

They were singing the song of Zion on David's harp.

The demons arived, offensive and vile, cursing and blaspheming God

Followed by their trophies dead and gone.

Hitler, Napoleon, Pharoh, Capone, tormented, vexed, and grieved

And waiting for their judgment from the throne.

Then a chill swept through the mammoth crowd

And the demons squealed with glee

As a sorid, vulgar, repulsive essence was felt.

Arrogantly prancing, hands held high, draped in a sparkling shroud,

Trolled by demons, Satan ascended from Hell.

As as swell of power like silent thunder rolled.

With a surge of light beyond intense illuminating the universe,

In resplendent glory appeared the Son of God.

Then a persona, yes, extraordinaire appeared in center ring.

God the Father will oversee the duel.

Opening the Book of Life, each grand stand hushed in awe

As majestically he said, "Now, here's the rules:

He'll be wounded for their transgressions, bruised for iniquities."

When he said, "By His stripes they're healed," the devil shook.

He said, "Sickness is my specialty - I hate that healing junk."

God said, "You shut your face - I wrote the book."

Then the Father looked at His only son and said,

"You know the rules. Your blood will cleanse their sin and calm their fears."

Then he pointed His finger at Satan and said,

"And I know you know the rules,

You've been twisting them to deceive my people for years."

Satan cried, "I'll kill you Christ! You will never win this fight."

The demons wheezed, "That's right, there ain't no way."

Satan jeered, "You're dead meat Jesus, I'm gonna bust you up tonight."

Jesus said, "Go ahead, make my day!"

With all his evil tricks he came undone.

He threw his jabs of hate and lust, a stab of pride and envy,

But the hands that knew no sin blocked every one.

Forty days and nights they fought and Satan couldn't touch Him.

Now the final blow saved for the final round.

Prophetically Christ's hands came down and Satan struck in vengeance.

The blow of death fell Jesus to the ground.

The devils roared in victory, the saints shocked and perplexed

As wounds appeared upon His hands and feet.

The Satan kicked Him in His side and blood and water flowed

And they waited for the ten count of defeat.

God the Father turned His head. His tears announcing Christ was dead.

The ten count would proclaim the battle's end.

The Satan trembled through his sweat in unexpected horror yet,

As God started the count by saying, "...10..."

Hey wait a minute God,

"...9..."

Stop, you're counting wrong,

"...8..."

His eyes are moving...

His fingers are twitching...

"...6..."

Where's all this light coming from...

"...5..."

He's alive

"...4..."

Oh no...

"...3...2..."

Oh yes

He has won!

He has won!

He's alive forevermore, He is risen, He is Lord.

He has won!

He has won!

He's alive forevermore, He has risen, He is Lord.

Proclain the news in every tongue, through endless ages and beyond.

Let it be voiced from mountains loud and strong,

Captivity has been set free, salvation bought for you and me,

Cause Satan is defeated and Jesus is THE CHAMPION!